Eventually sex could be the death of me 

Lord, cover me with your shield of protection 
Because this erection 
Is leading me over again to lustful sin 
It seems I can’t win or control the beast within 
So once again I sit pitching fits 
I’m at war with myself! 

Trying to control my dick 

Now I’m sick 
I mean, literally sick 
It seems after repeated visits to the clinic 
That I would quit 
So I bite my lip 
As I take a sip of beer 
To easy my pain before I once again 
Sleep with someone I barely even know 

After getting it 
On the ride home was long 
As I wondered whom all had she’d been with 
Because in my pocket lay 

The condom I came with